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Takedown
02:39
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The script
Plays out like it always does.
I can't remember where I was.
Because, because, because...
She lives
In physics; she lives in dreams.
'Get caught up in her evil schemes.
Exactly real as it seems,
And all I do reduces to a minor curiosity.
Takedown!
Just like
Last year and the year before that
And the year before that,
Merry Christmas from Sheppard Pratt.
We collapsed in front of the automatic doors
As the Uber driver sped away.
This facility no longer handles our type of emergency,
And every little thing we do becomes a major victory.
Takedown!
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2. |
Not A Patient Man
03:40
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Oh-oh-oh,
I'm not afraid of eighteen wheelers, no.
Oh-oh-oh,
I'm not afraid of kids with guns.
Oh-oh-oh,
I'm not afraid of flying insects or that guy you're seeing,
But it's gotta end, if not today then really soon.
I'm not a patient man.
Not a patient man.
Hey-ey-ey,
Arms and fingers, legs and toes, yeah.
Hey-ey-ey,
We'll clear the exit before it blows, yeah.
So here we are, once again, just you and me and that guy you're seeing,
But it's gotta end, if not today then really soon.
I'm not a patient man.
Not a patient man.
And the sign said stay away
If you're a dick,
So I did.
A once and future king
Of all this shit,
A spoiled kid.
I can't do it.
Not a patient man.
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My parents still make my decisions for me,
'Cause I cannot survive on my own.
They take the initiative, give me a place to live,
And then they leave me alone.
My parents still make my decisions for me,
But there are casualties everywhere.
They don't ask no awkward questions
When they take in my dog and then pay for its care.
My parents still make my decisions for me.
They will gladly take every blow.
They hold up their arms; they don't let me get hurt.
It is the only road that I know.
Sometimes I think I might think for myself,
But I leave it for some other day.
My parents still make my decisions for me,
And I would have it no other way.
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4. |
Sordid Details
02:22
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You walked in on me.
'Couldn't hide what I was doing.
I tell all my friends that
It ain't no big thing.
Trembling eyelid
And a crumbling backbone.
I tell all my friends that
It ain't no big thing.
I got a thing for baristas.
'Never act on the impulse.
'Cause the one time I did that
Things didn't work out.
I got a diagnosis.
'Don't get it treated.
The one time I did that.
Things didn't work out.
Sordid details.
I know you wanna hear them.
Though you wanna hear them,
I ain't gonna share them.
I thought that you would empathize,
But everything I try to be
Is everything that you abhor.
I can't believe it's happening.
I take a drive around the block,
But don't forget to pack a bag.
Just in case I won't be coming home.
Sordid details.
I know you wanna hear them.
Though you wanna hear them,
I ain't gonna share them.
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5. |
Secrets To The Grave
04:10
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Seeing you's got me seeking help.
Gotta soul that I gotta sell.
Loving you means I hate myself.
Satan, please let me into hell.
You got eyes, you got ears,
Use them.
No confessions,
Still got a face to save.
Take your secrets to the grave.
I wanna go to shows with you.
Wanna take road trips with you.
I wanna to help you with your school.
Want you to help me with my medical care.
You go eyes, you got ears,
Use them.
No confessions,
Still got a face to save.
Take your secrets to the grave.
Push, pull, twist, turn,
I'll never cave.
Some might call if cowardice,
I prefer to call it brave.
No confessions,
Still got a face to save.
Take your secrets to the grave.
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6. |
Fifteen
02:26
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I feel fifteen.
Small towns, dim lights,
Thick air, bar fights.
If you know what I mean,
You will peel me right off the screen.
I feel fifteen.
Cheap beer, green haze,
Rough nights, long days.
If you know what I mean,
You will write me out of the scene.
I feel fifteen.
Ripped jeans are still ripped jeans.
Forty is the new fifteen.
If you know what I mean,
You will chip me over the green.
I feel fifteen.
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7. |
So Long, Chicago
04:04
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If I could ride a horse, I'd saddle up, uh-huh.
If I could knot a rope, I'd knot it up, uh-huh.
If you'd run me a tab, I'd run it up, uh-huh.
With all these things I cannot do,
How am I supposed to leave you?
I could say that I have changed, but I have not.
I could say things will be different, but they will not.
Your smile still counts for something,
But my dollar buys you nothing,
And you cannot claim to have fought me
If I avoided every blow.
So so long, Chicago.
I made myself a list of things to do today.
Every item should've been done yesterday.
It's no more than a list of debts I'll never pay.
With all these things I'll never do,
How am I supposed to leave you?
I could say that I have changed, but I have not.
I could say things will be different, but they will not.
Your smile still counts for something,
But my dollar buys you nothing,
And you cannot claim to have fought me
If I avoided every blow.
So so long, Chicago.
Oh no.
You will all forget this
Long before I've let it go.
I could say that I have changed, but I have not.
I could say things will be different, but they will not.
Your smile still counts for something,
But my dollar buys you nothing,
And you cannot claim to have fought me
If I avoided every blow.
So so long, Chicago.
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8. |
Easy Mark
02:58
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She took her time.
Took me for all I thought was mine.
Should have seen the signs.
You bet your ass she trades a dollar for a dime.
And she said I was an easy mark.
Damned from the start.
She looks around.
Shovel in the ground.
Doesn't hear a sound,
So she digs up your grave and steals your paper crown.
And she said I was an easy mark.
Damned from the start.
She took her time.
She took her time.
And she said I was an easy mark.
Damned from the start.
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9. |
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People actually live like this.
You can't help the things you can't help but miss.
My girlfriend thinks that it's okay
To stay with friends whose kids make vids with Beyoncé.
Yeah, people actually live like this.
You can't help the things you can't help but miss.
People actually live like this.
People actually live like this.
You can't help the things you can't help but miss.
These people don't give up their change,
And never use the burners on their Viking range.
Yeah, people actually live like this.
You can't help the things you can't help but miss.
People actually live like this.
I get so sorry
You get so angry.
People actually live like this.
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10. |
John Mayer
03:53
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I chew on nostalgia a few times a week,
Only two clicks removed from the answers you seek.
The stitches are loose, and the battery's low,
And I can't seem to shake this abundance of cheek.
Dead mouse in the beef stock, and tears on the butter.
The pawn shops are turning your pearls into sand.
So write down your feelings, right now, on a postcard.
You'll never be known 'less your in your own hand.
Believe in the story; don't question the details;
The terror is served in digestible bites.
So snap shut your briefcase. I slept with the jury.
That's right, every one on consecutive nights.
Raise your hand if there's something to share.
A ghost from the past won't answer a prayer.
I thought disgust might fade with time,
But I still hate John Mayer.
At least there are some who still care.
'Wonder how it must feel to get ripped on the air.
I thought disgust might fade with time,
But I still hate John Mayer.
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11. |
Predictable Mistakes
05:26
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Predictable mistake
The only path you take
That's how the river flows
The only way it knows
See how you whine and pout
Pretend the end's in doubt
Result is still the same
Predictable mistakes
Predictable mistake
The only path you take
That's how the river flows
The only way it knows
You sneeze and whine and cough
You switch the engine off
Result is still the same
Predictable mistakes
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Giant Moose Chicago, Illinois
Giant Moose is Jacob Dancey. Using simple melodies, playful language, and a warm, low-fi sound he chronicles the fears and longings, big and small, of a slightly bent life forever sliding in and out of balance.
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